Friday, 27 April 2007

Cornwall photos - 1 - at last

I discovered, when I uploaded them, that there were about 130 photos. Of course, I won't inflict them all on you, even though they are all delightful, but just a few.

These are all Mousehole.

1- The sound of seagulls was constant. At this time of the year, they are fairly aggressive to other males and pretty randy with the females. I had to avert my tender gaze a couple of times.2- The view from the window3- Can you see the pink house, just right of centre? Look past the two houses to its right, and there's a car. That is parked down a little alley between the houses - our cottage was through the alley into a courtyard - it had originally been a netstore. It was delightful, and well converted, with the bedrooms and bathroom downstairs and the big living room/kitchen (well equipped) upstairs. Our landlords lived opposite, in a slightly bigger house.4- Neap tides, the week we were there, so there was always some beach for the children to play on. The spring tide came in the night before we left.5- Another aspect of the cottages round the harbout

The spring tides have a big variation between high and low, the neap tides much less. I've never seen the Severn Bore (yeah, quite a few Norfolk ones...), it's when the incoming tide rushes up the Severn estuary and can sometimes be quite spectacular.

I've never been to Deal Castle, though I've visited a lot of places in Kent. Next time I'm planning a trip I must go there. I've got friends in Canterbury and Tunbridge Wells and I haven't seen the TW ones for ages, and have been promising a visit.

The Day Job

The Place to Go

Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands

Copyright

Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.

Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?